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1st - Lay Of The Day
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[JClay - Chorus] It's the lay of the day You know the freak of the week Well it's the cunt of the month Baby you comin' wit' me It's the lay of the day You know the freak of the week Well it's the cunt of the month Baby you comin' wit' me Is you comin' wit' me? Baby you comin' wit' me Is you comin' wit' me? Baby you comin' wit' me It's the lay of the day You know the freak of the week Well it's the cunt of the month Baby you comin' wit' me [JClay - Verse 1] Mama told me watch out for these type of women They just take take take, but u think it's willin' Call it the Rob and givin' No relation... she got you whipped and yo whip And it's no relations How she do thaaaattttt? I think she put a root on me In real time, it's slow motion She say thow this loot on me Her bare skin on me on this cow skin leather Then intervention from the fellas You niggas just jealous She my boo thang We got that new thang Club, hikes, vacations, wine tastings Yeah we do thangs She got her mood swangs Just like every woman But she don't shock or con She not every woman The way things going man, I could always love her I got some things going, but still thinking of her Mother Even reality is subjective Cuz if I believe she loves me Then that reality is projected [Chorus] [Supreme - Verse 2] Ok I got a lot of experience and women that's affiliates Who will let me feel on them and turn them straight delirious What does this say about me I know that you're curious Well go ahead and make an offer only if you serious This is my Mack add for women that act bad They make you fall in love and buy a Gucci black bag But the problem is is you Mac with cracked glass She'll hit the apple store exchange you for a Mac pad Or iPod and my god How did I end up being strapped to this time bomb And the bomb squad can't save me cuz my times come This black widow she done bit me and my mind's gone Ok I give up so pack your clothes and kids up I done fell innnnn and I don't think I can get up Love sick and sick of love I thinkin' I should spit up My stomach can't take it feels like I just did a sit up [Chorus]
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